Dear Diary, I'm back home now from a really wonderful time with my sister yesterday and today, glamping at Home Farm near Elstree (Hertfordshire). My sister and I had a middle-aged knees up under the stars, drinking Rose and watching Buckley and Butler perform under a forest canopy. It was absolutely breath-taking. Afterwards, we went back to our tent and slept on make shift beds above the (cold, hard) ground, swaddled in warm feather duvets. I wore earplugs so's my sister's bone rattling snores didn't wake me up, although I woke intermittently throughout the night because my face was so cold. As the sun began to rise, I was awoken once again by a bird scrabbling about on the point of the tent; I think it was attracted by the bunting flapping about in the breeze.
I'm chilling on the sofa as I write this, my eyes burning for sleep. Got. To. Stay. Awake.
It's back to Work tomorrow. I'm so over it.